The result of your highness's love affair

The morning of the second day passed peacefully, Zhou Yucheng went to the Ministry of War, the small seat was also empty, and Cen An had no place to vent his anger.Among the six parts, only the Ministry of Officials has something to report, and it is the verdict of Chen Ke's murder case.

This case is one of the few major cases in recent times.After the Chen family was the founding hero, the ancestors were the prime ministers when they were the most prominent, but this generation began to decline.Chen Ke, as the eldest son of the big family, was ridiculed because of this, and accidentally killed someone in anger.But the difficulty of the case is that the person Chen Ke killed was the only son of the Marquis of Changping, but the Chen family had a gold medal from the late emperor to avoid death. Therefore, the presiding judge of Dali Temple added six hearings, which involved a long time, and the case was not finalized until today. .

When Cen An heard that Zhou Yucheng was the last to go to trial for this case, he waved his hand and lost interest in listening.He got up at the fourth watch, and he was very tired because of the drowsiness and the dull pain behind him.

"If there is nothing else, all the ministers should retreat," Cen An ordered.Everyone also thanked and withdrew, and Fu Jiahe bowed far away, but also left without a word.

Cen An still went to the bookstore in the morning, but after looking at it for a while, he felt dizzy and his body was hot and cold.He knew that Zhou Yucheng hadn't cleaned it up yesterday, so he was furious again, and he just wanted to curse at that person a few times.Unable to read the book anymore, Cen An went back to Palace Shu Qing to rest in a daze, and when the imperial doctor was called, he was already hot and unconscious.

It was in the evening that Zhou Yucheng came back with a chill in his body. At that time, Cen An had already taken medicine and fell asleep. The imperial doctor stood before the collapse and took care of him. When he saw him arrive, he knelt down and saluted.

The imperial doctor didn't know the details, but only said that His Majesty had a cold, maybe he caught cold at night.Zhou Yucheng understood after hearing it, so naturally he didn't say anything, but just asked him to retreat outside the hall to listen to his duties.

When the person retreated, Zhou Yucheng sat over and touched it tentatively with his hands. Cen An felt the coolness while sleeping, so he turned sideways and leaned closer.He was already sleeping on the edge of the slump, and after doing this movement, he was about to roll off. Zhou Yucheng took him into his arms and took the cold handkerchief to cool Cen An down.

With gentle movements and affectionate eyes, his fingers brushed across Cen An's cheeks, and finally stopped on the lips that were a little peeled due to the high fever. After a long time, he leaned over and kissed.

This is the touch of a dragonfly, a light kiss of a butterfly flapping its wings, and then leaves after a little taste. It just hides a person's heart alone, but has no intention of awakening the sleeping person.

Cen An didn't sleep well that night.He knew that he was dreaming, but even though his head was clear, his body was uncontrollable, he could only stumble and walk in that bizarre dream.

There are high walls and wide tiles everywhere, but there is a small courtyard standing in front of it.Cen An stepped over the dead branches and fallen leaves piled up at the door, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a deserted space. Except for the closed doors and windows, there was only a thick willow tree in the middle of the yard, shaking its bare hair. Branches sway in the wind.

This is a desolate and desolate scene, but for no reason, Cen An felt at ease.He stopped inside the door, and was about to take a closer look, when there was a creaking and hoarse sound in the dream that had been quiet for a long time, as if someone was stepping on the fallen leaves and approaching him.

Who is that man behind?Cen An was puzzled and tried to look back, but his body froze uncontrollably and he fell straight forward.The mottled stone slab in his sight was getting closer and closer, and when he was about to shout, someone had already stretched out his arm ahead of time and embraced him forcefully.

The next moment, Cen An felt a warm touch coming through his hair, and the faint green wood fragrance wafted to the tip of his nose.

The strange thing is that he should have resisted it before throwing it away, because this overly familiar smell can only belong to Zhou Yucheng, but in such a strange and illusory scene, in such a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, this kind of meeting seems to have a little The meaning of fate can only teach people to accept it frankly.

Zhou Yucheng supported Cen An to stand up straight, but he didn't let go. He just put his hands on Cen An's shoulders, put his chin on the top of Cen An's head, and leaned against Cen An to stop in such a lazy posture.

In a vague way, Cen An heard Zhou Yucheng say: "Hold it up, don't fall down"

He lowered his eyes and replied: "It's none of your business." His tone was so peaceful that even he was surprised, not disgusted, not angry, just a calm response, indifferent and alienated.

In fact, over the past year, all kinds of things have been entangled into a cocoon, and he has become accustomed to speaking stingingly and resisting Zhou Yucheng.Whether it's the helplessness and shock at seeing the imperial power fall, or the shame and anger when he is bullied by the profanity, all he can do is use embarrassing resistance to deal with the opponent's ease.Sometimes Cen An even felt that he was like an insect trapped in a spider's web, and the waves caused by his full-struggle could not match the strength of the opponent's light float.

But earlier?The dream in the illusory world was cool with a cool breeze, Cen An felt the weight on his shoulders, and his thoughts drifted involuntarily with the wind.

Looking forward from now, Cen An seems to be able to see a long and winding river meandering towards him. At the beginning, through the vague mist, it is the purest reverence in the young man's heart. Deep precipitation of those complicated feelings.

In the heart of the 13-year-old Cen An, not only respecting King Jing, but also an unconcealable gratitude in this respect.His father and prince had many heirs, even though his biological mother gave birth to a prince, she was not favored. She lived in the Shuqing Palace all her life until she died in depression. In the narrow cold palace, he bears the title of prince, but lacks food and clothing, and is bullied by others.

The palace of Shuqing was empty, and he himself was lost among the many heirs, but Cen An managed to survive in the cold palace with all his strength. He didn't know if his young self knew the place he was in In such a situation, I also forgot where I found food to fill my stomach and herbs to heal my wounds.The only thing I remember is that when the night falls, I, who is afraid of the dark and ghosts, will hide in the cave, and spend countless nights with my eyes open listening to the crows.Occasionally, when the moonlight is bright, you can see those black birds lying outside the window, stretching their heads and screaming towards the house, and even a few of them really squeezed in through the gaps, walking back and forth with small steps.

Cen An gritted his teeth in fear, but he didn't dare to cry, so he could only shrink down even more, counting the hours, and when the sun came out, he turned over and went back to sleep.

Such days seem to last forever, but sometimes reversals come suddenly.When Cen An was 13 years old, his father, whom he hadn't seen several times, passed away.An emperor who drank wine, took medicine, and was addicted to beauty suddenly died on the bed of his concubines. Although it was absurd, it seemed reasonable, but there was no east palace and no imperial edict, leaving behind an even more absurd mess.But the most absurd thing is none of these things, but when the historian routinely records heirs, he picks up a prince who even the emperor himself doesn't remember from the daily notes.

This kind of thing that surprised the entire court was also the first time in history.How to deal with the embarrassment is also a headache.Panicked, the historian suggested that such a scandal that damages the dignity of the royal family should be covered up, and there was also a prince who opposed it, thinking that it should be confessed to the world, and treated generously as a relief.

The prince was naturally Cen An, and the prince naturally became the young Cen An, who regarded him as a high mountain and looked up to him, respecting the king—Zhou Yucheng.

Zhou Yucheng is the son of Zhou Ke, king of Wucheng. He was weak and didn't show up often when he was young. Two years ago when the frontier was in chaos, he indirectly replaced his father when he was in crisis. He defeated the barbarians and made great military exploits.A young man of weak crown age has a clear and elegant charm, elegant demeanor, and a faint appearance of an immortal. No one will be dissatisfied with the word "respect".

But later, most people still praised him for his "elegant temperament, and his talent is more than a fairy", but some boldly said, "He has a great way of governing the country, he is skilled in military tactics, his face is like a charming girl, and his heart is like a snake and a scorpion."This is because the new emperor was unknown back then, and the court was in turmoil. At this time, the third prince secretly cooperated with the enemy country and launched a mutiny, resulting in heavy casualties, including the death of the six sons.King Jing not only suppressed the rebellion with the momentum of thunder, but also pretended to be weak, lured the enemy deep and defeated the enemy army.Later, when he advocated a thorough investigation of the matter, he found that many princes were involved, so he united with Prime Minister Fu Jiahe, and the three princes and six ministries severely punished them, and even resulted in the situation that most of the princes and grandchildren in prison were princes and grandchildren.

Also under such circumstances, Cen An was pushed to the throne by Zhou Yucheng.

At that time, Cen An had been living in the inner court. Although he was in the center of the vortex of power, he didn't know anything. He didn't understand that "King Jing" was already powerful, and he didn't understand that he was standing in front of everyone as a puppet. He was just naive. I really feel that from a certain day, I seem to have stepped into a world as beautiful as a storybook.

The Shu Qing Palace was renovated, and the eunuchs who bullied him respectfully obeyed orders. King Jing, who was like a fairy, invited the Taifu to teach, and Yishui's new clothes were rushed out, bright yellow and bright, with clear dragon patterns and inlaid patterns. Jade shines brightly in the light.

Beautiful like a false dream, but actually come true.

On the day of succession, Zhou Yucheng came to hold his hand and lead him to the main hall. Cen An carefully held the outstretched hand, looked at the young man's obsidian eyes with a smile, and said warmly that he was "Your Majesty".

He responded a little shyly, thinking that this is his fairy, the best person in the world.

And this kind of person, who has only been around for six years, taught Cen An to fear and hate, and to resist struggle.

When he wakes up from joy, when he gets used to the surrounding environment, when he makes suggestions again and again and cannot respond to them, Cen An suddenly realizes that he is trapped in the shackles and can do nothing.

He realized later that Zhou Yucheng was not a kind fairy.He called His Majesty just to put a mask on the empty throne in front of the people of the world, a mask that could represent the dignity of the dynasty and block the mouths of the people.

Cen An began to often call Zhou Yucheng into the palace, observe his every frown, smile, every word and every action, and he guessed when the mask was taken off, what would happen to the useless mask.

He was still that weak boy, sitting in this supreme position and waiting for another person to lose him.He was also the boy who stubbornly lived in the cold palace, holding back tears all night, without saying a word, silently straightened his spine and tried to face the next storm.

But the storm was too violent, and it turned into a red wave after being drunk, which broke his defense line in one fell swoop.From then on, those charming gratitude and admiration were all turned into ashes, only resentment grew wantonly and filled his chest.

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